3 a.m.,
my soul’s on fire,
like the warrior’s dance of
lightning battling thunder
across my window pane -
ablaze with beauty,
booming with power,
on the fringes of life and destruction -
where the fear comes in...
you’ve revealed the poet in me.
3 a.m.,
I lie awake, dreaming
a demon into an angel -
it transforms when
fought face to face,
wrestled through the night
into the light
of day -
where growth and faith
are the saving grace
where the fear comes in...
you’ve revealed the poet in me.
3 a.m.,
we speak a language
in a tongue new to the world -
born within the voice formed from our
eyelashes, heels and soles,
without rhyme or words,
the stanzas unspoken -
yet we say so much
in smiles, in smirks, in the space
where the fear comes in...
you’ve revealed the poet in me.
3 a.m.,
Reading -
lost in a book
with pages that
only flip the direction
forward,
not back but stay
on this page,
go with the flow
between the lines -
where the fear comes in;
you’ve revealed the poet in me.
3 a.m.,
Saved
in a trembling kiss,
in a crashing wave,
all of life shows up and
fades away
at once for
trust to enter
where the fear comes in...
you’ve revealed the poet in me.
